Sex maniac

She steals the first spare minute and locks her door. One tug and her drawer opens, revealing the thick dildo and the slim wand she always picks first. Her fingers are already slick. The moment the fat head parts her lips, her hips lift, chasing the stretch she craves. The wand hums against her clit, sending quick, tight jolts straight through her belly. She rocks, slow, then harder, fucking herself with practiced, greedy strokes. Wet sounds fill the room. Her breath catches each time the shaft drags along her swollen front wall. Every thrust makes her tits bounce, nipples tight. She grinds down until her thighs tremble, the wand never leaving her clit. Heat coils, sharpens, then snaps. She comes with a broken moan, pussy pulsing hard around the toy, soaking her fingers and the sheets beneath her. She pulls out only to push back in, riding the aftershocks until her legs give out.